"Dun, dun, dun... another one bites the dust!" he sang to himself as he sat in his plush office chair.
He couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. After all, the second game of Survival of the Fittest was drawing to a close. The competition was getting fiercer by the moment, and ratings were through the roof. Not surprisingly, the filthy Americans had taken to turning a profit from the deaths of these students once again, a fact illustrated by the supposed autobiography of Walter Smith that lay on his desk. Of course he'd shelled out the money for it. He'd been quite the fan of Walter's, after all.
A loud beep resounded from his watch, indicating that once again, it was time to provide doom and gloom to the island by announcing who had died, who was left, what the odds were, and all that jazz. Plus, he was quite excited about the fact that they had a brand new face on the prize list... somebody none of the terrorists had encountered yet. Somebody who thought... this truly was a game. Oh, the look on her face when she found out she'd really killed someone. It was priceless... simply priceless.
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The first chords of the 1980 song from the band Queen boomed out across the island, so loud that it even startled some of the remaining wildlife. Danya enjoyed the song, you see, so he felt the need to share it with the remaining contestants. Besides, it was just a small reminder to them that the game was progressing, people were dying, and they were drawing closer and closer to another winner of another competition.
"Good morning children!" he called out, "It's day seven!"
A wide grin appeared on his features before he brought the microphone up onto his mouth and added in a whisper, "Seven days..."
A laugh followed his remark before he seemed to be back to his chipper, cheerful self, "I loved that movie, don't you all? But anyway, I suppose we should get down to business here. I'm sure you're all itching to know who bit the dust yesterday. Fifteen more students died, bringing our total to 87 down, 30 to go. Keep on killing, kids! First to die was Harry Constantine, killed by Mr. Bryan Calvert. Second down was Ernest Decarteret, offed by Marimar Perez. It was a very gorey day at the hotel, indeed. Next to fall was Michael Neely, eliminated by Mariavel Varella. Marimar Perez was next to fall, killed by Carmen Somerset. Carmen Somerset died immediately after at the hands of Mariavel Varella. Lots of action going on at the hotel, as you can see. Varella was on somewhat of a warpath."
"Venus Gwendolyn was next to die. Guess she just couldn't handle the pressure of the game, so she offed herself and saved you all the trouble. Next down? Licinia Vinici, eliminated by Paris Persphone. Paris sort of disappeared into the shadows for a while, but he seems to be back in action. Franco Sebberts scored the next kill by eliminating his own traveling companion, Nathan Godwin. Just goes to show you that you can't trust anybody in the game. Stephanie Crew died next. One minute, she was fine. The next, she was using Matthew Drew's gun to blow her brains out. The next to die was at the hands of Miss Elizabeth Ebert. You're quite the actress, Miss Ebert. Congratulations on killing Penelope Withers. We enjoyed your scene very, very much."
A grin played across Danya's features at the naiveté of the young girl.
"Matthias Kovalenko is next on our list of the dead, killed by the beautiful Miss Varella. Oh, but where's that sister of his? Dan Johnson died next at the hands of Roland Kelly. Be careful, Mr. Kelly. You seem to be killing off everyone except your target. Next down was Debrah Dollop, killed by Vesa Turunen. Hear that, Mr. Turunen? You got the wrong girl. You murdered an innocent young lady... well, perhaps she wasn't innocent, she DID chop her sister up with an axe. Still, your girl's at large and your friend? Quite dead."
"Fourteenth down was Chiaki Takao, eliminated by an office favorite, Franco Sebberts. Better watch this one, folks, he's got quite the ruthless streak. Last, but certainly not least, number fifteen to die was Kevin Kapustiak, eliminated in a sneak attack by Rob Adams. Bravo, Mr. Adams. You're one of the few that seems to understand that honor and respect have no place here. After all, you DID shoot a guy in the back of the head."
Danya chuckled to himself for a moment before continuing.
"Now then... dangerzones. In addition to all the other dangerzones, we'll set up three more for this leg of the game. The forest, the sewers, and the river are now permanent dangerzones. That brings me to my final announcement of the day, our contest winner! Elizabeth Ebert, congratulations darling! We love you, we like what you do... so much so that we're going to give you a prize for killing Penelope. Head on down to the marina to pick it up, and don't dawdle, dear. Keep on killing, kids! Keep on killing!"
Danya's voice faded off of the public access system and was once again replaced by the Queen song. Danya hoped beyond hope that by the end of the day, perhaps they'd be down to the final ten.
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Best Death Award:
Best death award for this month goes to CycoKiller for his death of Harry Constantine. He won by one vote over Strawberry Prince and Jotun. Congratulations, Cyco. You've got your pick of prizes, including a swap card, a hero card, or a roll nullification (in which you are able to void one roll for either yourself or someone else). Let us know which you'd like.
Rolls:
Ah, now we're to the fun part. Rolls. Mitsuko was kind enough to perform the rolls for me once again, and here's what she came up with. Five were rolled to die: Paris Persphone, Tori Johnson, Garry Dodd, Felix Travertil, and Zilya Merchenkov. Kevin Kapustiak was also rolled, but he's dead, so that's irrelevant. You guys know how this works by now. I need links to the deaths within three days, they need to be completed in seven. If you need an extension, you must let Mitsu or I know, because I'm about to start cracking down on the whole taking forever on the deaths thing.
